there is no earthquake violent enough,
no whisper small enough,
no atom or attempt at love unseen,
uncaught by his Spirit.
does he not fill the heavens?
do you think that little earth might contain him?
there is no darkened room,
no space in between intimate bodies,
no edge of a roof,
no opened noose,
no air between fists,
no chaotic and toxic house,
no space or breath on earth,
that He does not fill completely.
yet Emmanuel does not change his title or his position due to frustration, anger, or repulsion.
He will remain here,
with us,
with me.
even when i am full of death,
He stays.
amidst the rubble and the ruin,
the wreckage and the hate,
He stays.
i cannot escape him.

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